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Ride The Pale Horse

Don’t leave this darkened hall for I'll always look right beyond Whether it be shattered on some silent evening Snuffed out by the light of the new days dawn And while I wait by the letter for the word that never came So much to my own amusement is this joy my only pain For my efforts in futility seem to be Yet they never were Why hold out for change When your destined to be cursed A mock of my own contempt Yet she always is in vain This love of mine is that in this alone Has left nothing but a darkened stain And as this light becomes my host I am yet to be proud For every day she draws near I am forever to be enshroud This noise I come to hear as years of misery drag on For that which I cannot have has become my only friend
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Cman121
22 / M / The Dirty South
Published
Feb 13, 2019
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#sad#horse#death#dying#alone#solitude
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